Baskadia

In the windowpane, a boy I see,

A vision of beauty, so rare and free.

His eyes, like the ocean, blue and deep,

My heart, they do gently steep.

His smile, a ray of sunshine bright,

Lights up the day, and fills my night.

I long to be with him, to hold him tight,

But alas, he's out of my sight.

Oh, how I wish to be his bride,

To be the one he'll always abide.

But fate, it seems, has other plans,

And we can never be in each other's hands.

So I stand here, in the street below,

Watching him, with a heart that glows.

For though I cannot be his own,

My love for him will never be undone